His entire family perished in battle; he rose from the ashes to conquer the world.

Because she simply couldn't calculate what price a person would be willing to pay to do this.

The man in front of her was beyond her comprehension!

"Add fuel to the fire!"

Su Wanqing's voice was calm, but at this moment, it sounded incredibly cold.

Her eyes were fixed on Mu Yuan's changes in the bucket, while she directed Fang Yuyan to add charcoal to the charcoal basin below.

"Should we add more?" Fang Yuyan was startled and nearly overturned the charcoal brazier. "The water's already boiling... won't it... won't it boil someone to death!?"

"The medicinal properties of this herbal decoction are too potent; it requires sufficient heat to activate them. Otherwise, he will suffer the fate of having his heart pierced and leaving no trace of his body!"

Su Wanqing said sternly, "Hurry!"

Fang Yuyan gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and threw in pieces of charcoal.

Hu Hu Hu.

Inside the bathtub, the black liquid churned even more violently.

Mu Yuan was like a small boat in a vast, dark ocean, only able to twitch, spasm, and suffer in agony.

Gradually, his skin turned red, as red as fresh blood. After a while, tiny black beads of blood, like ink, began to seep from the pores all over his body. These were the impurities, impurities, and germs in his body being forced out by the overwhelming power of the medicine.

Mu Yuan's consciousness was already fading.

Everything was pitch black, and a constant booming sound filled my ears.

In a daze, fragments of memories from my past life kept rising and falling.

He was lost for seven days and seven nights in the freezing cold, but he survived.

He had also suffered severe torture and beatings, but he never yielded. Scenes of fire, water, and other inhuman hardships he endured flashed before his eyes.

I've suffered so much, how can I just collapse here?!

A voice whispered deep within his mind: Give up! You've done enough! Give up, why suffer any longer?

But he gritted his teeth, keeping the stick in his mouth, with only one crazy idea in his mind.

I can't die!

What hell haven't I seen? A basin of bathwater is nothing, you think you can stump me?

Pah!

Time passed slowly, it felt so long.

Qin Hongxiu held onto his shoulder tightly, never letting go. Several blisters appeared on her palms and the backs of her hands from the steam, but she had no intention of letting go.

She could feel the terrible torment this body was undergoing beneath her palm, and she could also feel the indomitable will that allowed it to be reborn in hell.

That's a real man—he'd rather die standing than live on his knees, with the pride of a wolf!

A long time passed.

The black liquid in the bathtub gradually turned gray, and the strong fishy smell gradually dissipated.

Mu Yuan stopped trembling.

He lowered his head, resting limply on his chest, motionless, as if dead.

Click.

The wooden stick in his mouth broke in two and fell into the water.

"Alright."

Su Wanqing quickly reached out to check his breath. After a moment, her tense nerves finally relaxed, and she let out a long breath.

"He came back to life."

She was almost completely exhausted.

Upon hearing this, Qin Hongxiu and Fang Yuyan almost simultaneously went weak in the knees and collapsed to the ground. Fang Yuyan couldn't hold back any longer and leaned against the corner of the wall, vomiting violently. What she had just witnessed was countless times more terrifying than the most horrific bloody scene she had ever heard of.

The next day, in the early morning.

Mu Yuan quickly sat up in bed, much more nimbly than yesterday.

After the ordeal last night, Su Wanqing used ointment and acupuncture to forcefully suppress his injuries.

Although my bones are still aching, I can still walk without any problems.

He put on his leather armor, hung a long sword at his waist, opened the tent flap, and went out.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the cold wind seems much milder than yesterday.

At this moment, the soldiers had already lined up in formation on the training ground.

When they saw Mu Yuan walking over, everyone's eyes immediately turned to him.

The disdain and mockery of yesterday were gone from everyone's eyes; their expressions were far more complex. There was surprise, awe, and curiosity.

Yesterday's morning exercise showed everyone that Mu Yuan was not joking; he was genuinely willing to endure hardship with everyone.

Yang Daye strode forward, looking at Mu Yuan with some concern.

"General, are you resting well in the camp?"

Mu Yuan nodded slightly, his voice calm: "It's alright."

Yang Daye opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Since the commander has made up his mind, there's no point in trying to persuade him further.

"What are we practicing today?" Mu Yuan asked.

Wang Lie, who was already standing nearby, immediately stepped forward upon hearing this: "Reporting to the Commander, today's drills will focus on swordsmanship and formations."

"Let's begin." With that, Mu Yuan walked into the line and stood in the first row.

Wang Lie took a deep breath and roared, "Ready! Draw your swords!"

The clanging sound of swords being drawn rang out.

Amidst a flash of light, Mu Yuan also drew his long sword from his waist.

The knife wasn't too heavy, but it was still a bit strenuous for Mu Yuan's weak body.

"cut!"

As soon as Wang Lie finished speaking, everyone quickly brought their hands to their chests and simultaneously delivered a horizontal slash.

Mu Yuan did as instructed, though his movements were a bit slow, but still passable.

"hack!"

"prick!"

Move after move, they practiced continuously.

Today's swordsmanship was a basic course, nothing special for the veterans on the field, but for Mu Yuan, it was his first time encountering it.

The original owner was frail and sickly from childhood, so naturally he didn't know how to practice martial arts.

Mu Yuan's previous life was that of a modern-day elite soldier, skilled in hand-to-hand combat and the use of various weapons, but he truly did not understand ancient training methods.

Even though Mu Yuan's body was still very weak, he did not stop.

They practiced each move meticulously.

Soon, his back was soaked with sweat and his arms were weak, but he remained silent.

Seeing this, the soldiers around him stole glances at him with even greater respect.

About an hour later, the swordsmanship training ended.

Taking advantage of the moment to rest, Wang Lie walked over to Mu Yuan and whispered, "General, your movements are already quite good, but your strength is still insufficient. You need time to refine them; you can't rush it."

Mu Yuan nodded, agreeing with Wang Lie's words.

But what he lacks right now is time.

After the rest, it was time for formation drills.

On the battlefield, an individual's bravery is but a small boat on a vast ocean, its effect is always limited, and what matters is the strict formation of the army.

Under Wang Lie's command, the group formed three horizontal lines and then practiced basic actions such as attack and defense, turning and changing formations.

Mu Yuan was in the group, doing as instructed while pondering.

The Xifu Army's battle formations could be considered quite sophisticated, but in the eyes of this modern special forces soldier, there were still many areas for improvement.

Such as the distance between soldiers, more efficient formation changes, and the way signals are transmitted, etc.

These points are all open to discussion.

However, it's not the right time to bring it up yet.

He needs to integrate into the military first, gain their trust and acceptance, before trying to change them.